'tis Virtue, And Not Birth

Great Actions Speak Great Minds.

We Must Not Be Content To Be Cleansed From Sin; We Must Be Filled With The Spirit.

Weep No More, Nor Sigh, Nor Groan, Sorrow Calls No Time That 's Gone; Violets Plucked, The Sweetest Rain Makes Not Fresh Nor Grow Again.

Man Is His Own Star, And The Soul That Can Render An Honest And A Perfect Man, Commands All Light.

The Greatest Attribute Of Heaven Is Mercy; And 'tis The Crown Of Justice, And The Glory